I'm not who you think I am.

The cocky hero guy who is good at karate is just a mask.

I'm not confident.

Or strong.

Inside I'm nothing.

Just an empty shell.

I make it seem like I don't care whenever someone criticizes me.

But deep inside it hurts.

Everyday is a pain to live through.

I know my friends only like me because I'm good at karate.

I'll bet as soon as I screw up they'll ditch me.

Just like everyone in my life has.

Every time I fake a laugh or smile, I wish for someone ANYONE to notice that somethings wrong.

That I'm not happy.

That I'm scared.

Insecure.

Lonely.

Weak.

But no one will ever notice.

To them I will be nothing but a happy slightly arrogant guy who does karate and skateboards.

They'll never get to know me.

The REAL Jack Brewer.

And that's what hurts the most.